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Disclaimer: Home Improvement belongs to Touchstone Television and Wind Dancer
Productions. This story is not-for-profit but I own it.

Date: 12/06/2007

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Voyurism, male solo sex, female solo sex, male/female sex, strong
language

Category: Het

Pairing: Jill/Ian

Feedback: Yes, I want feedback.

Archive: Yes

Summary: Jill describes what happens to her after she recieves a free
membership to a exclusive exercise club from Heidi as a Christmas present.

Other Notes: This AU story is based on a picture entitled 'db10' by an artist
named David Boller and takes place after an episode entitled 'Jill's
Passion'.

Dedication: Merry Christmas to all of my family and friends! -- ATK 2007
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Home Improvement: Jill's Sex Dream
by Andrew Troy Keller ([email protected])

My name is Jillian Patterson Taylor -- you know, the one woman whose family
and friends happen to name 'Jill' -- and ever since I had allowed myself to
marry this one lovable lug who happens to be known as Tim 'The Tool Man'
Taylor and moved with him to the one section of Michigan known as Metro
Detroit, we were both able to obtain a stable home life and become proud
parents of three wonderful boys -- Brad, Randy and Mark -- in spite of the
fact that my own husband would still be able to cause each and every
appliance within our very own house to blow-up or get smashed-up each and
every time he had tried to fix those appliances himself.

Thankfully enough, the boys and I were all gratefull that Tim was able to
become a host of a home improvement show with Binford Tools as the sponser
entitled 'Tool Time' and allow a true 'Mister Fix-It' known as Al Borland
to 'assist' him and it happens to be because Al is always able to put all
of the things that Tim has smashed-up and blown-up back together again and
that the show's very own 'Tool Girl' known as Heidi Keppert is able to help
Al with the repairs as well, especially when she was pregnant with her first
baby.

Speaking of which, both Tim and I were able to get Heidi the perfect holiday
gift in the form of the cutest little baby blanket that I had ever seen in my
entire life and she was so happly to recieve such a wonderful gift that she
had in turn gave me the one Christmas present that I had ever wanted as well
in the form of a free membership to a exclusive exercise club even though I
had told Tim and the boys that I was not interested in joining such a club
after a little jogging mishap that I once had on the day of my birthday.

And of course, the very first thought that had came into my head was to tell
Heidi that I was sorry to not accepting her gift and explain to her the
reasons why but as soon as I had realized that the both of us had became such
great friends and I really don't want to do anything to ruin that friendship,
I had decided -- with a little bit of friendly advice from my next-door
neighbor, Wilson of course -- to swallow my pride and give paying that
exercise club a little visit a try and see how it would go from there.

And so, on the very day after Christmas Day, I had waited until Tim had
gone off to work and the boys had gone off to do their own thing to get
into my car and drive myself over to the club, where this one female
exercise instructor -- a nice and sweet blonde girl whose name I'm unable
to remember -- had walked up to me with a small smile on her lips,
introduced herself to me and told me that Heidi had called and told them
to expect me just in time for her to escourt me to my locker and allowed
me to change into my exercise outfit.

And after I had stepped out of the ladies locker room, I had allowed myself
to induge in any form of exercise regiment that the club has to offer and
continued to do so -- even though I had began to feel some slight pain in
every part of my very own body -- until that sweet blonde girl had stopped
me from exercising myself right into a coma and told me that I could go for
a nice warm shower, which was exactly what I had agreed with her on and when
I had decided to take her advice and step back inside the ladies locker room,
where I had stripped off all of my clothes and placed myself inside one of
the shower booths.

And then, after I had turned on the shower and allowed the water to casscade
itself all over my bare-ass naked body, I had picked up a bar of soap and
began rubbing it up and down each and every part of my nude form, only to
have some buff male hunk place his nude body inside the same shower and began
stroking his stiff cock while my back was turned to him before he had placed
his gentle hand on my bare shoulder and caused me to turn quickly around and
discover that it was this one handsome stud that I had once met in the
neighborhood gym and allowed him to tell me that his name is 'Ian'.

Now of course, the very first thought that had suddenly popped into my head
was for me to ask him, "Ian, what are you doing in here?You're not suppossed
to be in here!This is the ladies' locker room!", but as soon as I had allowed
myself to have a good enough look at his bare-ass naked body and realized
that it was wonderfully sculpted just like the statue of David, I had
suddenly found myself pumping two of my fingers in and out of my hot, wet
pussy and carressing my own tits with the other hand.

And then, after I had allowed Ian to move himself closer to me, kiss me ever
so passionately on the lips and start licking all over my nude body -- all
the way down to my hot and steamy cunt and carressing my stiff mounds, I had
placed my hands on his bare shoulders and said, "Aaaahhhh, yeeeessss! That's
it! Do it, Ian! Touch me! Touch me there! Suck my wet pussy dry! Aaaahhhh!"
before we had laid our nude bodies down on the floor of the shower and Ian
had turned himself around and allowed me to start sucking on his stone hard
dick, which -- in turn -- had caused me to realize that I was able to
experience the one thing that I had never experienced with anyone other than
Tim before, for I was experiencing pure and untamed erotica... and enjoying
every minute of it.

Just then, after Ian had placed his stiff cock inside my asshole and used
each of his hands to carress both my firm breasts and hot, moist snatch, I
had placed one of my hands on Ian's bare shoulder and the other hand on his
bare arm and yell at the top of my very own lungs, "AAAAHHHH, YES! THAT'S
IT! DO IT, IAN! TOUCH ME! FUCK THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME! MAKE ME WANNA CUM!
AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!"

And after the both of us had started moving ourselves harder and faster and
our lovemaking has finally made its very first appearence on the latest 'Tool
Time' episode, both Ian and I had came and collapsed due to exhaustion and
fell asleep with our naked arms in a lover's embrace, only to have some
female stranger to place her gentle hand on my bare shoulder and cause me to
quickly open my eyes and discover -- much to my embarressment -- that I was
the only one in the shower and that nice and sweet girl had looked at me with
this confused gaze in her eyes and asked me if I was feeling alright.

Now let me tell you right now that I was so glad that Tim was not in that
exercise club with me, because if he were there and heard me try to explain
to that one female exercise instructor that I had somehow experienced hot
and steamy sex with another man -- whether he was in a dream or not -- in
the shower, he would defintely go through the roof and I really do love my
husband with all of my heart that I had decided to just keep my mouth shut
about the whole thing and hope that my little sex dream would never again
be allowed to see the light of day.

THE END!

    

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